“hello poetry”* i said
and you reply “hi, my friend.
got anything in your head?”
and i almost laugh of dread,
because there's nothing left
but a brain that's almost dead.

“just type it up, my friend.
whatever you bled”
you said with a breath.

then, here i am
for a minute or two,
created another without a clue
but if you just knew,
i don't know how to end this little blue..